Toys again, here to regale you with stories of my continued degradation for sir. Writing this up with the bimbo hypno going again, because how else can a slut write if not dumb and tremendously horny? In addition, wet, needy, on my knees, on the floor. It’s tremendously uncomfortable. Here’s a series of shorts from recent escapades with my sir. Some of these were written up as messages to redditors or comments on other posts initially, but I hope you don’t mind my reusing content.
**On a Tuesday**
During the next week after last post’s denial frenzy, I was allowed to touch myself all day, but wasn’t allowed to come. I wore a button-up dress to work that day, and I unbuttoned the top buttons so I could pull my tits out and look like a sloppy party favor. Stuck two fingers in my pussy, one in my ass, and squatted over the floor while I fingered myself. I disheveled myself a bit when I got home (dress akimbo, tits out, too-tall heels, panties around my knees) and texted back and forth with him for a bit before I finally called him to ask if I could come. I should have predicted he’d tell me no, but I was probably too horny to be that strategic – “didn’t you think it was odd that I didn’t put any restrictions on you today? I told you you could come yesterday, but that it would be ‘at cost.’ Well, this is the cost, you can’t come today.” “But but but! Does that mean I can come tomorrow?” “Well, maybe, maybe not, depends on how I’m feeling.” “But why does there gotta be consequences? :(” “Iiiii’m going to pretend I didn’t hear you say that.” “sorry sir, thank you sir”
But before we got off the phone, he reminded me that I could always try and be proactive, and if I did things he liked, maybe he’d be inclined to change his decision. So I did something I’ve never done before, and Sent Nudes. After the first one I sent (standing, in my badly-clothed state, fingering myself), he texted saying “very good, my pretty slut. Very nice. I came very hard from seeing you like that, so I’ll let you cum. Tomorrow.” Which was good but also devastating news!
But I took the Be Proactive motto to heart, and took a few more. One lying down, fingering myself while listening to some bimbo hypno stuff, one with my panties in my mouth, a paperclip clamped on one nipple and a finger twisting the other, and one while squatting over the bathroom floor in heels, spreading my pussy. After the last one, he said that clearly any whore willing to show off her body like this deserves a reward, so he told me to strip, stick my panties in my mouth, put something in my ass, and text him for permission while pleading out loud. I made sure to take a picture of myself for him like that before asking permission, and when he gave me permission, he told me to imagine him fucking my asshole. After I sent him the picture, he told me he looked forward to using all of my holes again. :)
**Two-Day Denial**
I was supposed to be able to get off the first day, but I was too slutty to call him when I was supposed to after work, so I couldn’t come even though my pussy is dripping. He did tell me to play with my ass before bed though, thank god, but I crawled around my apartment naked until then as extra punishment for myself for being an awful slave.
The next day, sir let me touch myself for two minutes every hour, alternating between pussy and ass each time, with gagging practice required before each session. (He’s added an extra requirement that I also have to be productive while I’m at work, which has been a neat motivator!) When I got home from work, pussy throbbing worse than yesterday, I ask him for instructions, and he told me I was still not quite forgiven for making him wait. He said I could come, but only if I did it without touching my pussy or clit at all. Which clearly meant I had to try and come just from my ass!
I found a travel-sized plastic hairbrush with a decent plastic handle, washed it off, and got to work over the tile floor of the bathroom. I got myself to three fingers first, and it seemed like I was getting close by using one hand to pump the other for speed, but it wasn’t going to be enough. So I switched to the hairbrush, and tried a few different approaches, until I was just furiously plunging my asshole with this cheap piece of plastic. And after some serious effort, I came! I could feel myself squirting all over my legs, and it was a completely different sensation than with something in/on my pussy. I realized I was in a spot where I could keep coming again and again, so I managed another one and a half orgasms (I think) before checking the brush to spit on it again. But when I saw blood on the handle, I figured I had to stop, which was a shame, but sir has warned me about damaging his property…
**shame snack**
I had to leave him a voicemail one day last week if I wanted to be allowed to come, after edging for 15m. I had to describe a fantasy, and then ask permission before I came.
The fantasy: he comes in my ass but I’m not allowed to orgasm, I plug my ass to keep the cum trapped, and then we go to dinner or on a walk so he can watch me struggle. And, probably, watch his cum drip down my legs.
**moving day**
Sir helped me move to a new apartment this past weekend, and after Thursday, he said I wasn’t allowed to come until he came inside me. So of course, Friday night after a lot of packing, he fingers me in every hole while I struggle to hold the edge. While there are people sleeping in the other rooms. At first I was clothed, because people, but once he started on my pussy I stripped and gripped my shirt tight to express the stress of the edge without whimpering. I was even trying to *breathe* silently. Sir knows how to torment me.
After moving all day, we’re both exhausted, but he fucks my pussy while I whimper and beg, still trying not to orgasm before I’m allowed to. He pumps me full of his come, but is too tired to get me off. Sir’s needs always come first, so I had to wait until this morning. He did tell me he wouldn’t mind being woken up with a blowjob if I woke up before him, so it takes me a long time to fall asleep, because I’m very turned on and looking forward to sucking his cock.
I woke him up with my mouth that morning, and then he fucked me multiple times. I can’t remember how many times I came, but my legs were like jello by the end.
**breaking rules :(**
A few days ago, I was having a bad day, and tried to fix it by being allowed to come from my ass. When I kept hitting the edge and not crossing it, I hit a point where I felt like breaking the rules was actually preferable to staying horny, so I touched my pussy until I came in the living room of my old apartment. But I felt horrible about it, and sir talked me down from what must have been sub drop.
The next day, I find myself horny again, but obviously I’m not allowed to touch myself because I was so bad the day before. Sir reminds me I should be happy he doesn’t take away my orgasm rights for a whole month and force me to edge until I can’t think. Which, of course, gets me tremendously horny that whole night…
The *following* day (today), I ask what I’m allowed to do, and since I’m *still* in trouble from breaking the rules he says all I can do is touch my nipples for two minutes an hour, since clearly I cannot be trusted with either my ass or pussy at the moment. And when I get home, I have to clamp my nipples with something.
Before I head for home, we have a short conversation where I misinterpret something he says for him saying that I look ugly in my photos. As a punishment for putting words in sir’s mouth, I have to apologize to him via voicemail and leave a message with what I plan to do to apologize. Which wound up being me putting pen caps over my nipples, bound to a too-short string that forces me to bow my head, sealed in place with my wet panties shoved as far in my mouth as I could manage. Plus, I had to be naked and crawl around on my hands and knees for an hour while cleaning. During texts on my walk home, I offered to bodywrite for him, which he approved, so I put “dumb whore” on one thigh, “cumslut” on the other, and “property of sir” around my pussy.
At the end of the hour, the panties were so soaked I was drooling through them, so I pulled the them out and the pen caps off, wiped myself all over with my saliva-and-pussy-juice drenched panties. I put the panties on the small of my back (to keep posture) and crawled over to the air conditioner, so I could get incredibly chilly and dry off, before I came back to my room to write this up.
Now I think I might take a bath? I’m sorry I’m too brainless to add all the times I sent him pictures of my body, which has been an awful lot, but just assume that nudes happened if I didn’t specify. Anyhow, I hope this is slutty enough for you all, please let me know how I can improve so I can let sir know.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6u6ixa/mfkink_sluts_progress_part_2_a_few_shorts_of_my
I think you should have to post pictures of you without showing your face whenever you miss behave as well as not being allowed to orgasm!